Say my name say my name
If no one is around you, say baby I love you.
If you ain't running game, say my name, say my name.
You actin' kind of shady, ain't callin me baby.
Why the sudden change, say my name say my name.
If no one is around you, say baby I love you
If you ain't running game, say my name say my name.
You actin' kinda shady, ain't calling me baby
Better say my name.
-Destiny's Child

She was having so much fun hanging with Craig, she wasn't even thinking about Spitfire. When she had some free time, she flew out to LA to hang with him while he was there. M'Liyah was also there with her new boo. They were not out to the public with their relationship, they wanted to keep it private. How long would that last? They both were megastars with paparazzi clamoring to catch pictures of them, which they did. Sightings of them were the new thing to catch.

She groaned every time she saw pictures of them together. She wanted that. She wanted to be boo'd up with a hot guy and prance him all over the world. She couldn't do that with Spitfire. Maybe with Craig.

"Hey, are you coming to the Teen Choice Awards?" They were hanging out at her hotel suite. He was staying in her room and they had not had sex. Craig was walking around in nothing but some boxer shorts looking like a Calvin Klein model.

"Naw. I ain't blew the hell up yet. Y'all performing?"

"Presenting. You wanna be my date?"

"Shorty trying to get me blasted for that." Craig went off to the bathroom, not closing the door all the way while he took a piss.

"What? Spitfire not gonna do a thing. You know he have a whole girlfriend."

"Y'all messy!" he said. "Is that an Atlanta thang? Girl, fuck that nigga treatin' you like that."

"Phuh! Like you ain't fucking everything in sight."

Craig flushed, washed his hands, came back into the bedroom.

"That's cuz you ain't mine, shorty," he grabbed her in his arms. "If we were boo'd up, I might cut off all side pieces."

"Death to all side pieces!"

He snickered at her. "Ma, you a side piece."

She pushed him.

"Come here ma, look at this view," he said, pulling her over to the wall-length window. They were on the thirtieth floor looking over downtown L.A. at night. It was mesmerizing. Craig held her in his arms, with her back against his chest.

"Ma never thought a little country boy like me could be here, with a superstar like you."

"You're gonna be a superstar too."

"Shit don't come easy to niggas like me. People think cuz me and my brother pretty motherfuckers, is how we got this far. What the fuck I look like gotta do with how I rhyme? I can out rhyme any ugly mu'fucka out there. Let them get that twisted, then we drop this smoke on 'em," Craig said.

"When you make it big, remember me."

"How I'm gone forget you Mz. Ginger, Badass Diva."

She turned to face him.

"Well, if...if...I end things with Spitfire, then we can be out there like my girl M'Liyah and Don Juan. They acting like they Jay And Bey."

"Naw ma, fuck that! We ain't gotta be like nobody but ourselves."

She liked hearing him say that. She started kissing him. Oh, she was so ready to just let go and have Craig in every way. His hands were just sliding down her pants when her phone went off.

"Ugh! I gotta answer that."

"No you don't," he said, sucking on her neck.

"Stop! You gone leave a mark."

She pulled away and picked up her phone. It was Spitfire. She motioned for Craig to be quiet.

"Hey Spit."

"Where you at?"

"You know where I'm at?"

"In LA for what?"

"Me time, damn Spit, I can't just kick it? My girl Liy out here."

"Oh, okay."

She rolled her eyes at him. Craig came over and started to kiss her neck. She pushed him away.

"I'm outta here!" he whispered in her ear, then stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door. He wasn't going anywhere but the living room. He was in his boxers only.

"What was that?"

"The door, punk. I just closed it."

He listening to her background sounds, but she heard all voices in the background. Either the TV or somebody was there with him.

"Nothing babe, just business," she heard Spitfire say to somebody."

"Is that your girl?"

"Don't go there."

"You the one running game, playa."

"I need to come to LA for some work. You want to meet up for some studio time, partna."

This fool had her all twisted. Asia was right there listening in and he was playing stupid.

"Don't come to LA so you can fuck me, fuck her."

"I'm coming anyway and put in this work."

"Say my name."

"What?"

"Say my name! If it's just business, partner, say my fuckin name. Why she gone think we doing something else?"

"Imma work with some other people that way, I got a lot of studio time scheduled."

"You talking real shady. Okay, whatever. You still love me Spit, or that's not real?"

"Stop playing, you know the deal."

"Say it mother fucker, say you love me. I love you, Spitfire, although I hate your ass right now."

"I'll hook up with you when I touch down tomorrow."

"Say it!"

He hung up on her.

When Craig came back in the room, he'd ordered room service and it was just delivered. She was lying in the bed crying.

"Damn ma, that mother fucker got you fucked up, huh?"

He sat on the bed and rubbed her back.

"Why can't I leave him alone?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sorry Craig," she said, wiping her face.

"Naw ma, you do you. Want something to eat? A nigga starving. I charged shit to your room since you got bank."

"Thanks for being my friend."

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Craig stayed the night and they cuddled. He left early the next morning, and she made sure there were no signs of another man in her suite before Spitfire came through. He texted her that he would be landing shortly. She showered and freshened up, had hotel services clean the room, and ordered some food.

Spitfire knocked on the door and she let him in without a word.

"Oh, you still mad?"

She didn't say anything, just walked away from him.

"Come on Gin, you know you my girl," he said, taking her arm. "Don't I take care of you? I put that money on your ride. I ice you out baby. I'm stacking up yo bank account. That's me baby, cuz I'm yo man."

"You think buying me things is enough?"

"I ain't say that."

"I want to be able to take my man around town."

"Okay. You want me to take you to the awards show this week?"

The Teen Choice Awards? The ones she just asked Craig to be her date? He was bluffing. That would mean they would be seen in public and have their pictures taken together.

"You would come with me?"

"Of course baby," he said, kissing her. "I do love you, don't ever question how I feel."

She melted in this man's arms again. She was just gooey, a melted puddle of mess at his kisses. He picked her up and spread her legs apart, moving her panties out of the way so he could caress her wet clit.

"This mine," he said. "Any time I want it."

"Yes."

He pulled out his hardness, pushed it inside of her.

"Oh Spitfire, that feels so good."

"You so tight, I know you ain't been giving my pussy away. It's so wet girl, you miss me?"

"Yes, daddy!"

He pushed her over to the wall-length window, the same one less than twenty-four hours ago, she stood with Craig. Her ass was to the glass as he pounded into her, showing her no mercy. Like he was carving his name in her pussy so no one else would enjoy it.

He sucked on her neck. She grabbed his locs and moaned out. Spitfire was so good at making love to her. She knew there could be no one better for her. Even though she liked and cared for Craig, there was no way he could beat her feelings for Spitfire. They were too deep.

Once they were finished, they got in bed and went at it again. All morning.

"I had food waiting for you," she said, tracing the tattoos on his chest.

"Naw, I just needed you, baby," he said, squeezing her ass. "You know we didn't use a condom. You gone need the morning after pill."

She groaned. She'd taken those before. No way, no how was she going to get pregnant.

"I'll take care of it. Discreetly, of course. If Pamela knew shit like that, she would have my hot ass on lockdown."

"But I think it would be kind of cool you have my baby, Gin."

She sat up and looked at him like he had two heads.

"I'm not saying right now, babe. I'm just...one day. Don't you want that with me?"

"Kids? Boy, shit I just got legal, what I look like thinking about a damn baby? Maybe ten, fifteen years for that."

He chuckled. "My ass will be old! But okay, we gonna have a baby whenever you ready."

Maybe Asia would be out of the picture by then.

A/N: Why she playing Craig like that? That man really care for her and she still dick-matized by Spitfire.